Verse 1: Dashing through the club, bottles in my hand (yeah) Bumping all these hoes. tryna understand (uh) Sippin’ on some whiskey, we getten lit (woo) Laughing at my ex, she’s still a bitch.—(?) (oof) Pre-Chorus: Neighbors call the cops, ‘cause we’re smoking loud (huh) Getten really high, thought I was a cow (mooo) tequila with regret, yeah, it's a blend (brap) I swear I'm not gay, but I'ma bone my friend (gay!) Chorus: Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, rollin’ through the club (ayy) Oh What fun it is to ride saint Nick, let the homies show you love. (Gay!) Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, flaming like a fire (yeah) Old Saint Nick got his candy cane stick and he swears that he's not gay.— bull shit! Verse 2: Santa slid in my DMs, ‘sup, ho-ho? (hahaha) Left my number, hope he doesn't ghost—fo’ sho’ (yuh) Homie in my bed, got a little freaky (ahh) He sat on my north pole—and it got him leaky (eww!) Pre-Chorus: Rooty-tooty tootsie, all under the tree (uh) hung like a stocking, but she put hers in me (yeah) Pants are down, and the fun time begins (bruh) Sleigh bells ring, but I’m just doin’ gay shit (let's go!) Chorus: Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, rollin’ through the club (ayy) Oh What fun it is to ride saint Nick, let the homies show you love. (Gay!) Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, flaming like a fire (yeah) Old Saint Nick got his candy cane stick and he swears that he's not gay.— bull shit! Bridge (mumble-rap ad-libs): Mmm, homie toast my ass right (woo) Skrrt, skrrt, homie on the night (huh) Ayy, ayy, drop that sleigh, ooh (ooh) Pass me a drink, let’s stay—awww. Verse 3: Hangover morning, head feels like a brick (ugh) Did I kiss that chick, did she have a dick? (hahaha) Resolutions? Nah, I’m keepin’ it queer (bruh) Next Christmas, same shit just a different year (yeah!) Final Chorus: Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, rollin’ through the club (ayy) Oh What fun it is to ride saint Nick, let the homies show you love. (Gay!) Jingle brahs, jingle brahs, flaming like a fire (yeah) Old Saint Nick got his candy cane stick and he swears that he's not gay.—yo he gay for real! Outro ad-libs: Heh, yeah-yeah, woo-woo, ooh (ooh) Got my drinks, got my crew—whoo (whoo) Peace out, gone drinkin’, till the next year (skrrt) Merry Christmas mother fuckers!
